Chapter 8 Sold to the Don #4
“Dad,” I say tearfully. “He uh... he would take out his anger on me and he’d... he’d use anything he got a hold of. A belt, switch, an extension cord once… and a plastic bat when I was a teenager.”
“Jesus,” he says. “Stella, I shouldn’t…”
“Stop. It’s okay. You didn’t know it would trigger me,” I say. “I’ve never told anyone so it’s not like anyone knew.”
Marco lays me in bed before laying on his side next to me. “I’m sorry you walked in on that,” he says.
“But not that you did it?” I ask.
“It’s… complicated,” he says.
“Uncomplicate it then.”
“Well… I have this fear that if I let myself finish with someone, something bad will happen to them. I only finish with people I don’t give a fuck about and being around you brings up so much…
tension. Finishing with someone else would mean I don’t hurt you,” he says.
“I know it’s stupid and that’s why I avoid relationships but…
The girl I lost my virginity to died minutes after we had sex.
The cops thought I did it, even though it was an asthma attack.
I was in juvie from fifteen to eighteen.
That’s what led me to all this shit to begin with. ”
“I promise if you come in me, I will survive,” I say. “I’m sorry I’m a petty bitch and fucked your staff.”
“His wife died three years ago, and he hadn’t looked at a woman until you, so I’m surprised he did it,” he says.
“Well, he gets a pass for finishing fast then,” I say and Marco smiles.
“Can we please just talk instead of you out bratting me?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know why I keep being a bitch.”
“Because you are scared,” he says. “You hide it well, but you are a brat when you get scared. You probably felt abandoned when you caught me with Amber, right?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I just wish I could get rid of Dad. Maybe all of the memories would die with him.”
“If you really want to, I can help,” he says.
“You’d help me murder someone?”
“Him? In a heartbeat. Hell, I’ll do it for you.”
“Do you really think if you finish with me, something bed will happen?” I ask.
“It’s more that it just makes me nervous to the point I can’t keep going,” he says.
“Get to the point where you would stop,” I say.
“Are you asking me to fuck you?” he asks.
“Yes. We can call it makeup sex.” I smile and lean up to kiss him. He smiles and moves to kneel between my legs before I grab him and pull him down to me.
When he pushes into me, I groan at how much he stretches. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
He starts fucking me harder and harder and I can’t contain how loud I’m moaning. “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I moan. My whole body is shaking as I grip onto him.
He suddenly rolls so that I’m on top. I immediately start bouncing on him, trying to find my orgasm. I move desperately and when my orgasm hits me, I cry out as I move my hips. Marco moans and his body is tense. He is gripping onto me tightly and I can tell he’s on the verge of freaking out.
“Stella,” he says. He sounds panicked almost. I lean in and kiss him deeply as I continue to move my hips. ”Stella, I can’t…”
“Shh. I’ve got you,” I say. “Come for me, Marco.”
“Fuck,” he groans and wraps his arms around my body.
I tighten myself around his cock and he groans again.
I am moving slower now, wanting him to get to the point where he’s desperate to come but when I don’t give him what he wants, he will take over and get to it himself.
He needs to get himself there and know that everything will be okay.
Although, it wouldn’t be unfortunate if I did randomly die. He’d probably never have sex again.
“You’re torturing me,” he says. He nearly panting as I keep him on the edge.
“Take it. If you want it,” I say with a sweet smile before kissing him. I tighten my muscles once more and he groans deeply into our kiss.
“God, Stella,” he says. I can feel the moment his desire to come overrides his fears.
He lifts his hips slightly before gripping my hips and slamming into me.
He starts to fuck me hard from under me and it’s definitely a punishment for edging him.
Pressure starts to build inside of me again and he’s not letting up this time when he gets closer.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come. Please come with me. Please,” I say, begging. As I start to fall, he kisses me. After a second his moans match mine as he pushes in deep and comes.
Both of us stay still for a second until I move to lie beside him. He keeps his arms around me and has me pulled close. “How mad would you get if I faked crying?” I ask and he chuckles then finally opens his eyes to look at me. “I’m okay, Marco. I will be here for a long time to annoy you.”
“Does that mean you might stay, even after we handle your dad?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “This is the weirdest way to start a relationship but… what else do I have to lose? You make me happy, even if you also make me mad. I can tell you care about me and that’s the best thing I could hope for.”
“I promise I’ll take care of you, Stella,” he says softly.
“And I promise I’ll do the same,” I say. “You deserve love and comfort just as much as I do.”
Marco kisses me again before getting me out of bed and leading me to the bathroom.
We take a shower, and he washes my hair and body before we dry off and get back in bed.
Snuggled up to him like this, I can picture myself having a real life with him.
There is so much more to Marco DeLuca than I thought, and I want to learn everything about my husband.